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Westbound Script May 2026

A lone figure, JACK (30s), rides a horse across the open plains. The wind blows through his hair as he gazes out at the horizon.

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JACK Whiskey. Neat.

JACK (V.O) I've been riding for days, searching for a new start. Leaving the past behind. Westbound Script

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